The Best Sandwich I Every Ate had butter on it. Of course, it was in Paris, so it had amazing ham and cheese (only one slice of each) and a fab baguette and very creamy butter. Blew my mind with its simple awesomeness.

Ooh, I just got a craving for a baguette with French butter and ham....

Jambon et buerre! I lived on those things when I was broke and in Paris. I would alternate between sans and avec cornichons. Man those things were heavenly.

Such sad news here at work. The 32-year-old man who was in charge of our big new launch this year, whom our department has been working really closely with to get his stories on time, was staying at his parents this weekend, and they found him dead in the bathroom Saturday morning. No idea what was the cause of death, but a real shock, because he was fine when I saw him on my way out the door Friday night.

Happy Anniversary Aims and Miracleman!

Oh Kathy, what a shock.

Happy anniversaries!

That BC sandwich was gross then and wronger now.

I spoke to my dad this morning after his surgery. They stopped his heart and then restarted it with a different, they hope, rhythm. I said, "How you doing?" to which my dad, the stoic, replied, "Not too bad."

Geez, dad. They killed you and brought you back to life. ARGH. Anyhow, I might be driving cross country with the twins to stay with my dad while my mom drives in the OTHER DIRECTION to take my niece to school in Arizona. No. Seriously.

I am having a Griswold moment.

MAYO HELPS NOTHING! NOTHING!

Except bacon

and Swiss Cheese.

Perkins made me hungry

That's so sad, Kathy.

MAYO HELPS NOTHING! NOTHING!

Sing it, sister!

I can't even look at mayo. I've never liked the taste and a particularly disgusting childhood joke must have hit my gross-o-meter just right because the effect has been loooong lasting.

Similarly, the very idea of Cap'n Crunch makes my teeth ache.

I have to agree with Michael Polan. Do not eat cereal that colors your milk. It may be a subtle coloring, but CC does something awful to milk.

In totally other news, I've discovered today that there are 3 patron saint who protect against dog bites. One also protects against oversleeping, though I'm not sure how the concepts connect.

I'm wondering if I can get little saints cards to tuck into my doggy lama bag for appointments. I've only been bitten once, but hey, why not hedge that bet?

I spoke to my dad this morning after his surgery. They stopped his heart and then restarted it with a different, they hope, rhythm. I said, "How you doing?" to which my dad, the stoic, replied, "Not too bad."

Geez, dad. They killed you and brought you back to life. ARGH.

This happened to my dad, too. Only he told me about it six months after it happened.

Let's just say that the man cheated death twice in the space of six months.